"Something always changes. I grew. I learned. I decided that I wanted to be something other than miserable, so I grew blossoms of delight from the tree of despair. I brewed wine from the mushrooms that fed on my ever-decaying reason. I ate the fruits of my madness and drank and was merry, much to the distaste of my unbrothers. But then, yes, the Prince of Order broke free. He killed me, and destroyed all that I had made, until I germinated anew from the seeds my corpse had scattered. Then, I killed him, and took back my realm, and for another era, I grew. Then he came back, and killed me again. And I killed him. And he killed me. And I killed him. And we were both, despite my best efforts, miserable."